William Henry Giles Kingston

William Henry Giles Kingston

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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston The Log House by the Lake: A Tale of Canada

His parents were amply rewarded by hearing of the high character he was gaining for himself. D’Arcy was a frequent visitor; he would have been more frequent, but duty kept him labouring at home. Occasionally Philip went over to help him in return for the assistance he gave them. The winter passed away so rapidly that they could scarcely believe that spring had really come. The snow melted, the green grass appeared, the leaves burst forth, the flowers bloomed and gave their fragrance to the air, the birds warbled forth their notes of joy, and all nature seemed alive and busy.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston The Log House by the Lake: A Tale of Canada

The lake was smooth as glass, reflecting the bright stars from the clear sky, and broken only by the fish which here and there rose to the surface, showing their size by the loud sound of the splashes they made. The irregular borders of the lake rose clear and well-defined on every side a-head, appearing to be of considerable height, almost mountains, in the doubtful light of morning. Philip, with Harry, and Charley, and Peter, with a lad they had hired, pulled, while Mr Ashton steered. “Row, brothers, row,” sang out Harry. “Our home is a-head, and daylight is past.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston The Log House by the Lake: A Tale of Canada

Yes, surely, there’s something moving on the boat’s keel.”
“Yes, I hope so: he’s lying his length along it; he could not sit up,” answered Philip. “How bitterly cold the wind blows out here.”
“Yes, he will be almost frozen, poor fellow; he will lose his boat, too,” said Harry. “Shall we carry him on to his place, or back to our own?”
“Certainly, to ours. In his own hut he has no one to look after him properly; while with us he will have no lack of nurses,” remarked Philip. “Paddle away, Harry; he sees us.”
“Hurrah, D’Arcy!” cried Harry, “we are coming to you, old fellow.”
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